Roran Hawkins

Naruto : The Rise of The New Generations

Konoha Team 7
Kensuke Nimatsu

Looking around now every bandit had been slain, he heard the field fall quiet, and immediately loud again. His mind had blocked the lamenting of the many wounded to focus on the coombat, but now the fighting had ended, their wailing filled his ears. His team was in a sort-of okay shape, except Ezuri, who had passed out due to bloodloss and pain, most likely. Cleaning his sword with a rag he had cut from a dead bandit, he sent some cold looks at his squad. He wasn't really angry at them, but he certainly was annoyed. "The mission isn't over yet. No mercy, remember?"

He himself walked over to Ezuri, reaching for his medical pouch. He might not be a medical nin, but he had done enough solo missions to learn how to treat most wounds one would suffer in shinobi combat. The hospital medical-nin he spoke with were more than glad to share their knowledge with him. "I'll take care of Ezuri here." First he inspected the open wound, and figured out that both bones in his shin were broken. He wouldn't be walking for quite some time. Luckily only the frontal bone was displaced, and after a short moment of trying to set it straight, he washed his blooded hands with some drinking water. He wrapped some sterile bandages around the leg with disinfectant sprayed on it, and then wrapped some rougher bandages around that to protect it and secure it. After that he grabbed one of the spears of the bandits and used the flying sparrow jutsu on his hand to cut off a straight part about the lenght of Ezuri's shin, and thightly bound it against the leg. The rest of the spear would serve as a walknig cane for the boy. There, he was fixed. The worst of the bleeding was stopped and his leg could go for an hour or two. Despite that, they would probably have to carry him back to Konoha. Standing up to see how the rest was doing, he cleaned any remaining blood off of his hands.

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DeathstrokeSW said
: Kentachi : Tachi:Male: 15 May 29th, : Late teens Heterosexual Unknown, Shinji Kaure(guardian) Muscular, but lean. He stands 183 cm (6 ft) 159 pounds Winter, snowing :Amegakure :Amegakure : Amegakure military: Unknown : Genin: Water: : As a result of his upbringing, he is distrustful of others upon first meeting and is a bit anti social at times. He is largely independent, only going to medics when absolutely necessary. He holds a cynical view of the world and it's people, believing that people are only in it either for their own profit or the suffering of others. However, past the cynicism and the ingrained distrust is loyalty. He will not abandon those he trusts and is a strong proponent of revenge against wronged ones he cares for. He is an avid tea drinker and carries a flask of tea on him at all times. He wraps his mouth and neck partly in imitation of his guardian and partly to hide the scarsIn battle he is sadistic and cruel, doing what is required to procure mission success at any cost. :Born an orphan, Kentachi was left on the streets as a baby where he was taken in to the nearby orphanage. His earliest memories are of rain on his forehead and of beatings. As a child, he was beaten quite often, whether by adults or by other children, it didn't matter. From adults, he was the receptacle for their frustrations, whether it be the latest gambling losses, or their disappointment in him, or any other excuse they could find to beat him. From the children, it was their sadness and disappointment at not being adopted, at their own mistreatment. Kentachi suffered it all, and worse yet, because he had been born to outsiders, he suffered the worst of their wrath. Frequently he was treated for burns, stab wounds, broken bones, black eyes, bruises, slashes, and whatever other injury they could inflict on him. By the time he was seven, his cynicism had set in, and the anger, the pent up rage had begun to show. He began to defend himself, to fight back-albeit futilely-to show them he wasn't going to take this lying down. When he was eight, however, he came across his first shinobi, who happened to be an ANBU black ops agent. The ANBU was in the village to search for a criminal, who had come to hide from authorities to the worst part of town-HIS part of town. Kentachi was walking back to the orphanage from an errand he was sent on when the chase between the ANBU and the criminal became a standoff, one with the boy as a hostage. Kentachi , however, had no intention of being used by another, AGAIN, and so he bit his captor in the arm and elbowed him in the gut. Drawing a kunai on the enemy he was shoved aside by the ANBU and he watched with amazement as the criminal was cut to ribbons. The ANBU, impressed by the fighting spirit of the boy, adopted him and enrolled him in the academy, believing the boy to be a potential asset to Amegakure. Eventually the ANBU, whose name was Shinji, came to view the kid as his son. For Tachi's ninth birthday, he was presented a ninjatō, the very same one used to slice that criminal to ribbons a year earlier. Now properly cared for by at least one person, Tachi excelled in taijutsu and sword work. When it came to ninjutsu, Kentachi had to work harder but found that water style came the easiest to him. : Whitechapel's Darkest Day of Man: Is better with the sword than anything elseAverage level taijutsuAverage level ninjutsuAverage genjutsuIs missing his ring finger on his right hand, average chakra levels, and has a scar from hairline to collarbone over his right eye, while the eye itself remains undamaged. 20% of his body is scar tissue. ::

I approve. A sword user. Accepted.

The Shadows of Aeios

Apokalipse, I edited my post on page two. I hadn't seen your reply yet, but I included my part now.

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Robin Throckmorton
Deliar - The Boot Bucke

“By Rina’s hair, are you perhaps enjoying my company a bit too much?” The woman told him on a rather challenging tone, and he leaned on the bar to serve her an intruiged response. However, before his lips had even formed the first word, a red-faced fury stormed through the crowd and abducted his companionship, much to the amusement of his comrades. Rolling his eyes, he accepted his defeat. If there was one thing this veteran had learned, there was only one foe you could never outsmart, never defeat, never trick, no, not even silently assassinate. An angry mother or wife. Backing off was the only sane option here, so he let his cup be refilled untill the establishment went silent again.

His soft grin turned into an unstoppable snickering as he slammed the bar with his fist repeatedly. This situation was just too funny. Stepping out from the crowd that had completely fallen silent, he blessed the Gods for sending Lord Valfunde Perar here, a man with at least a little bit of honour and respect for moral values. "Aye, Lord Valfunde, I saw it with my own eyes. Vincent grabbed the lass by her skirts, and I could see it in his deformed face he was up to no good. Our good man's peacekeeper reachd his face just a tad earlier than his hand reached under her skirts. Perhaps we should let Vincent and Jymson 'ere change jobs. Obviously that ugly drunkard is better fit for holding a whorehouse, and our good barkeep 'ere can smack a Barbarian skull or two, probably even in one hit." He said, stepping away from the bar. Anticipating a question about his rank, and seeing the red-faced recruits stare him down in anger, he sent them a wolfish grin. "If poor ol' Tessarius Digby wouldn't have gotten crippled, he'd have gotten Vincent flogged a long time ago."

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Accepted. I like him.

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The Shadows of Aeios

Ah, on topic of your armour:

I will admit that it's incredibly hard to find what you are looking for; an armour that is practical and worthy of using, aswell as fantasy and to your liking, so I'll just give you some general rules for describing it along with a picture.

Before that: Armour stops the weapon from harming you, but blunt trauma can still kill. Quickly explained: You have a plastic container of jelly. Stab it, slash it, the countainer holds. Hit it really hard with something, the container still holds, but upon opening your container your jelly will be ruptured and in general a soup of sploosh. Now translate jelly to your brains and container to armour.

A) Armour IS bulky (note, where it has to be bulky. Look up 'Maximillian plate armour' or '1460 English plate armour' on google for examples) , because it works. You wear padding underneath to protect you from blunt trauma, and as such form-fitting armour is not good, since it does not allow for proper padding (and will just get you killed evenly fast, only in another way: Instead of dying to grievous cuts you will die to grievous internal bleedings). Additionally, any battle-damage will obviously obstruct you.

B) Armour guides blows away from the body, and as a result it is shaped 'aerodynamically' as I tend to translate it. It's healtheir if you get hit and the sword glances off (aka, not getting a good angle on your armour and as a result transfers hardly any force through the plate and padding into you) you will be much better off than if it hit your squarely. As such, boob-plates who direct blows to your plexus are suicidal. It traps all force of an attack to hurt you.

C) Armour needs to protect you, aka; cover as much as possible. If that isn't possible, cover the most vital parts so you might get wounded in for example your forearm, but it'll take a lot more to outright kill you. As such, using a breastplate that doesn't cover you sides, belly, or collarbone area is just a waste of material if we are looking at it from a practical point of view.

With that in mind you can adequately describe/imagine any kind of fantasy armour that works. Also, yes, the sword is fine now. I'll just let the shield pass as an ornate buckler or something :P

@Roran

hello! i dont think we've spoken before. if we have im sorry for not remembering. its not you its me. ^^;

why does Alice call you tummy cat? Are you secretly a really nice person? how many toes do you have? whats your favorite color? do you like one direction? how come our new gen characters havent met yet? do you eat grapes? ...have i asked to many questions? dont yell at me, i'm cute! *runs away*

I am 22 year old guy, work in the fast food industry. My co-workers continuously make fun of me, and I really can't do anything about it becuse my boss is an obnoxious jerk who only cares about the money. I barely earn enough to sustain myself and the only recreation I have is doing things with the only friend I have, who is fucking mentally retarded. I've been trying for years to get my driver's license, but I always fail the actual test and have crashed my car during it twice already. At home my only companionship is a lousy cat that only sticks with me because I feed it, and I sleep on a heap of matrasses because I can't afford a real bed.That's why I'm on here, to vent about stuff that happens to me in real life. Also, I live in a pineapple under the sea.

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VoiD said
Generally form-fitting armor is a bad idea, especially for women. If your armor were to be dented, the armor may have managed to protect you from the blow that dented it, but now it is harming you with the dent since it is form-fitting. Medieval armor generally worked in layers - you'd have your mail shirt (optional) on the bottom, then your gambeson or arming coat, and then you'd attach a series of overlapping plates directly to the gambeson or arming coat via the use of several straps. Thus, you have plate armor. This way, if your plates are stronger as they are overlapping, and since the armor isn't acting as a second skin, if it is dented it won't be directly pushing into your body.At least, that's how it was explained to me. Hope I helped.

You always have 2 essential components to armour:
A hard exterior layer that keeps the actual weapon out
A soft internal layer that absorbs blunt trauma and makes sue ytour own armour won't scar you.

As a result (and then again what layers are included varied wildly, due to design of armours and the advance of armouring technology itself) you usually put the plates on the outside, the chainmail underneath, and under that always a gambeson/doublet/aketon/... (Unless your armour had padding rivetted or sewed into it, such as some greaves and helmets)
So yes, you are correct, safe for that mail doesn't go under the gambeson, unless another gambeson is worn underneath.

This post made me waste 2 hours looking up stuff about armour. Holy shit.